Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in playboy mansion party. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, playboy mansion party.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “playboy mansion party” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with playboy mansion party,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “playboy mansion party” baptism imaginable.